Masako Togawa

Ichiro Honda is a good-looking computer expert who works in Tokyo, lives in a respectable hotel, and visits his wife, in Osaka with her wealthy father, only on weekends. Behind this unexceptional facade, his life is dedicated to the conquest of a never-ending succession of young women; a secret apartment facilitates his many phony identities, a diary records each seduction. Over the next months, three of Honda's bedmates are murdered. He's eventually convicted of two of the killings. The evidence against him--in part, blood and semen traces, lack of alibis and his diary--seems solid as granite, but elderly Kentaro Hatanaka, his appeal lawyer, is a man of sensitivity, tenacity and imagination. He needs all of those qualities to get to the surprise spider in this tightly woven web. Full of subtly menacing tensions and sharp psychological insights, told in lean, sparsely ornamented style. This one is a must for the discerning reader. - kirkus reviews

In postwar Tokyo, the K Apartment House for ladies is about to be moved intact in a highly publicized engineering feat. Then, flashback seven years to one of its occupants and her confederate--a man dressed in woman's clothes--as they bury a child's body in an unused communal bath beneath the building. A second flashback tells of the kidnapping of four-year-old George Kraft, son of an American army officer and his Japanese wife. The stage is set. The actors are a few of the present-day occupants of the K apartments--single, lovely, obsessed, neurotic--each life a novel in itself, told in a spare, unembellished style that never lapses into the sentimental. Manipulated by hidden strings, their actions and reactions lead to suicide, murder, and some final surprising revelations. This is a fresh, original novel, superbly crafted and riveting from start to finish.

La résidence K, édifice de briques rouges abritant des femmes célibataires, apparaît aux habitants de Tokyo comme une demeure tranquille pour dames respectables. Lorsque le passe-partout qui permet de pénétrer dans les cent cinquante chambres de I'immeuble disparaît de la loge de la gardienne, les locataires retiennent Ieur souffle. Car la clé n'ouvre pas seulement les portes, mais donne aussi accès aux secrets les plus intimes des résidentes. Certaines femmes ont tout intérêt à brouiller les pistes. Publié en 1962 au lapon, Le Passe-Partout est un grand classique du roman noir. Une pépite pleine de tension délicieusement tokyoïte.